Very interesting, JeffK. If it's got a French name, can we blame them?

Be careful who you blame, poulet a la garcon.

(I don't know how to make a cedilla in this forum)

In regards to the following post, this appears to be Khan in his retirement, with Adm. Kirk standing next to him (on the left). Wait, wait, I'm being told that that is merely William Shattner on the left.

There's an old joke about what nationality you would pick to do a particular job. I don't remember how it goes, but I'm sure others will pipe up and tell us. Anyway, what would you ask of an Italian except to feed you? I'm sure you wouldn't ask a Frenchman to make love, unless you like smelly women with lots of armpit hair. Nor to cook for you. No, you ask them to organize things when it is time to retreat. An Englishman? Absolutely don't ask for a meal from them, just direct them to your garden and never worry about it again. Schweiz? They can launder certain things, but for most you need a Chinaman. Americans? You can count on them to strategically locate their used chewing gum under your school desk. Deutsch? If you need a neighboring country invaded, and depredations we will not name done to the inhabitants, they are your men. Most of the time, though, they are quite happy writing your books of instruction.

There's an old joke about what nationality you would pick to do a particular job. I don't remember how it goes, but I'm sure others will pipe up and tell us. Anyway, what would you ask of an Italian except to feed you? I'm sure you wouldn't ask a Frenchman to make love, unless you like smelly women with lots of armpit hair. Nor to cook for you. No, you ask them to organize things when it is time to retreat. An Englishman? Absolutely don't ask for a meal from them, just direct them to your garden and never worry about it again. Schweiz? They can launder certain things, but for most you need a Chinaman. Americans? You can count on them to strategically locate their used chewing gum under your school desk. Deutsch? If you need a neighboring country invaded, and depredations we will not name done to the inhabitants, they are your men. Most of the time, though, they are quite happy writing your books of instruction.

That's classic!

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After 16 years, Civ II still has me in it's clutches LOL!!! Now CIV IV has me in it's evil clutches!

So you are allowed to criticise the French, but take umbrage at anti US comment?

Dude, chill. My wife is Filipino and we have been taking crack shots at each other's countries for over 20 years. Nothing to take seriously.

Hell, my Karate instructor is straight from Japan. Last year on Dec. 7th, one of my classmates told him "Today is your favorite day!" Without missing a beat, he said "No it's not, you forgot the time difference, it's Dec. 8th in Japan"

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After 16 years, Civ II still has me in it's clutches LOL!!! Now CIV IV has me in it's evil clutches!

Hell, my Karate instructor is straight from Japan. Last year on Dec. 7th, one of my classmates told him "Today is your favorite day!" Without missing a beat, he said "No it's not, you forgot the time difference, it's Dec. 8th in Japan"

There's an old joke about what nationality you would pick to do a particular job. I don't remember how it goes, but I'm sure others will pipe up and tell us. Anyway, what would you ask of an Italian except to feed you? I'm sure you wouldn't ask a Frenchman to make love, unless you like smelly women with lots of armpit hair. Nor to cook for you. No, you ask them to organize things when it is time to retreat. An Englishman? Absolutely don't ask for a meal from them, just direct them to your garden and never worry about it again. Schweiz? They can launder certain things, but for most you need a Chinaman. Americans? You can count on them to strategically locate their used chewing gum under your school desk. Deutsch? If you need a neighboring country invaded, and depredations we will not name done to the inhabitants, they are your men. Most of the time, though, they are quite happy writing your books of instruction.

Heaven is where the Italians do the cooking, the Germans organise things and the British are the police. Hell is where the Bits do the cooking, the police are German and the Italians organise things.

I hope it is not to tastless but this is my all time favourite ww2 joke.

Hitler and Goering were arguing about the Jews, Goering stating that they were quite clever people and Hitler vehemently denying they were any such thing.

Finally Goering told Hitler that they should go out in the city and Goering would show Hitler it was true. Hitler agreed, so they disguised themselves and went out on the street.

Goering took Hitler into a shop, went up to the counter, and asked the clerk: "Do you have any left-handed teacups?" The clerk stared at Goering for a moment and then said no, mein herr, I do not.

The two left with Hitler complaining that he did not understand what the point of this was and Goering telling him to be patient. They went to another shop and Goering gave the same act: "Do you have any left-handed teacups?" The clerk stared and shrugged his shoulders.

They left with Hitler becoming incensed over this nonsense and Goering begging for patience. Finally they went into a Jewish shop; Goering again asked the clerk: "Do you have any left-handed teacups?"

The clerk smiled graciously, went into the back room and made a show of rummaging around, brought out a saucer and teacup, set down the saucer, and carefully placed the cup with the handle pointed so Goering could pick it with his left hand. "There you are, mein herr!" the clerk said.

Goering bought the teacup, thanked the clerk, and the two men left. Goering turned to Hitler and said: "See, I told you the Jews were very clever people."

"I don't see what was so clever about that," Hitler snapped. "He just happened to have one in stock!"